是谁自尘埃中来，
使花儿好好地开，
风姿楚楚，错落成行，
闪烁着水晶般的光。

是谁从夜色里走近，
留下让人战栗的吻，
瞬间点亮黑暗，
又在晨光前隐身。

是谁的指尖轻抚，
是谁的足迹曾至，
是谁的双唇，
最温柔的碰触，
带来新生。

A Visitor in Marl -

Who influences Flowers -
Till they are orderly as Busts -
And Elegant - as Glass -

Who visits in the Night -
And just before the Sun -
Concludes his glistening interview -
Caresses - and is gone -

But whom his fingers touched -
And where his feet have run -
And whatsoever Mouth he kissed -
Is as it had not been -